<\/p>\n and this:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n and most terrifying of ALL!!!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Actually, that middle picture was the new home for a brand-new server I installed today – in the new rack just to the left of where I was taking that picture from. Someone certainly has their work cut out for them.<\/p>\n I also had one of those fun calls today – you know, the one where some dippy bitch decides to completely ignore your correct analysis (your internet is borked because $ISP is having problems – we use them too, and I am getting the same symptoms) just because one time in years gone by there was something wrong with her DNS settings and Bossman was able to fix it at the server.<\/p>\n You just want to reach through the phone and slap the fuck out of ’em. We can do some really impressive things with remote-control of computers these days. You know why? To keep our fishbelly-white asses out of irons due to clue-bat usage. Sure, it’s more efficient and all, but it also means I don’t have to resist the temptation to beat you with Otis (that aluminum clue-bat, for those not on TSC<\/a>) like the starfish you are.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"![\"WinME](\"\/blog\/images\/winme_ack.jpg\")
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